Abusive text substitutes to cultivate ruthless way

After about a quarter of an hour, Dong Qiong stepped into the secret realm again.

He stepped on the scorched ground, shook off the dust from his body, and looked up at the past.

Mu Zhi sat on a boulder, her crow-blue hair fell on her shoulders, reflecting a soft luster like silk.

He lowered his head, playing with the armband on his wrist, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his lower eyelid.

Dong Qiong looked at it very seriously, as if admiring a painting or a scene.

He subconsciously walked towards Mu Zhi.

As soon as he took a step, Dong Qiong reacted and stopped quickly.He looked himself up and down first, and then tidied up his hair, especially the small braid on the side of the ear, which he combed carefully.

When everything was ready, he stroked the folds on the hem of his clothes again, and walked over as if nothing had happened.

"Mu Zhi!" Dong Qiong called out briskly.

Mu Zhi turned his head, and when he saw Dong Qiong, he frowned slightly - he smelled a bloody smell, and this smell came from Dong Qiong.

Another glance.

He saw some signs of fighting on Dong Qiong's body, not too obvious, but enough to tell that it was a fierce battle.

Mu Zhi asked, "What did you do?"

Dong Qiong's eyes flashed, and a sentence was lightly said: "There was an accident on the road." He quickly changed the subject, "I brought this for you."

In his right hand, he grabbed a handful of bright red fruits, all of which were round and covered with dew, which made people move their index fingers.

Dong Qiong presented it in front of Mu Zhi graciously.

Mu Zhi looked over.

The fruits piled up into a hill, which looked like rubies under the light.

Dong Qiong blinked, "This is a cactus fruit, which can only be found in Dongmo."

Dong Qiong's eyes are full of anticipation, wanting to share with Mu Zhi.

But Mu Zhi was indifferent, and didn't even touch her: "No need."

Dong Qiong: "Don't you want to try it? It's very sweet..."

No matter how Dongqiong sells and how good the description is, Mu Zhi never takes a second look.He lifted his foot and walked over from the side.

The smile on Dong Qiong's face gradually faded, his face sank and twisted slightly.

He clenched his fingers tightly, and with a "bang", the fruits burst one by one, and the bright red juice flowed on his fingertips, like blood.

why?

He has already driven Gu Lingyun away, why is Mu Zhi still like this?

It was not like this when Mingming and Gu Lingyun were together.

Dong Qiong's eyes were ferocious, and his emotions surged.

He was jealous of Gu Lingyun.

Yes, jealous.

No matter how it is now, but Gu Lingyun really got Mu Zhi's liking.

Mu Zhi used to like Gu Lingyun so much, he was passionate and sincere without any impurities.

Mu Zhi had never seen him like this before.

Thinking of this, Dong Qiong's face became more and more distorted, almost bursting into flames.He clenched his teeth tightly, tasting the blood on his lips.

Angry to the extreme, he burst out laughing again.

it's OK.

Even if Mu Zhi likes Gu Lingyun any more, it doesn't matter anymore, Gu Lingyun will never appear here again, nor will he obstruct his eyes anymore.

Dong Qiong's smile became even brighter, but in the blink of an eye, it returned to normal.He wiped the stains between his fingers carefully, and followed Mu Zhi's footsteps briskly.

Muzhi...it's his now.

No one can take it away.

Mu Zhi left the secret realm and stood in the desert again.

A heat wave came head-on, and the sand and dust blew past in front of my eyes, making it dazzling.

Mu Zhi raised his hand to cover the glare of the sun.

The shadow of his arm fell, and he looked down, and found a series of footprints on the sand beside him.

The footprints are still fresh, not completely covered by wind and sand.

Mu Zhi looked along the traces all the way, and the footprints continued until he reached the other side of the sand dune before stopping.

A cultivator has sharp eyes and ears, and Mu Zhi's pupils narrowed slightly, showing a pool of blood on the sand over there.

After the bloodstains, various footprints appeared again.

It seems...someone is trying to cover up the traces here.

Mu Zhi wanted to see it more clearly, but before he got close, the sand dunes in front of him arched, and a figure slowly swam past from below.

That's a sandworm.

The wild beasts that live in the desert usually hide under the sand, and when someone appears above, they will come out and swallow the person in one bite.

The sandworm quickly swam over, but after it disappeared, all traces on the ground were destroyed, leaving only a slightly sunken sand pit.

Mu Zhi's footsteps stopped.

Dong Qiong followed Mu Zhi's gaze, the corners of his lips tugged, and a dark light flashed in his eyes: "Mu Zhi, what are you looking at?"

He walked over, deliberately stepped heavily, and completely destroyed the footprints on the ground: "This footprint should be left by that person." He "tsk": "It looks like the injury is not light... ..."

Mu Zhi's gaze paused, and he paused for a moment on the messy footprints, then calmly withdrew his gaze.

Dong Qiong put his hands on his shoulders and said meaningfully: "This man has been seriously injured. If he encounters a sandworm hiding under the sand, it will be dangerous." Shaking lightly, "But that's fine, if you die in the desert, you won't bother us anymore. Mu Zhi, what do you think?"

Dong Qiong seemed to say it casually, but in fact he kept staring at Mu Zhi, watching the expression on his face.

Mu Zhi lowered his eyelids, his expression indifferent: "What's none of my business?"

Dong Qiong licked the corners of his dry lips, knowingly asked: "I thought you cared about him."

Mu Zhi said lightly, "No."

How could he care about Gu Lingyun.

Come to think of it, Gu Lingyun doesn't need him to care, no matter how badly injured, Changming Immortal Venerable will not be injured by these little desert monsters.

Mu Zhi turned his face away and didn't look in that direction again.

Dong Qiong was completely relieved, and said in his mouth: "Then let's go—" He stretched out his hand to grab Muzhi, but it was in vain.

Mu Zhi avoided Dong Qiong's hand calmly, and took the lead in walking in front, and within a short while, opened a distance.

Dong Qiong's fingers moved, and the blood-red juice stained on the nails could be vaguely seen.His tongue touched his jaw, and a smile of unknown meaning flashed across his face.

Mu Zhi went all the way to Dongmo because the Demon King asked him to temper the divine weapon.But now, by mistake, the divine weapon recognizes its owner, and this tempering task will naturally be suspended.

However, he would be able to leave after tempering the artifact, but now he has to plan carefully for what the rules should be.

Mu Zhi found Dong Qiong and asked about it.

Dong Qiong's eyes widened slightly, and he didn't know what to ask: "Ah..."

Mu Zhi pointed to the armband on his wrist, and asked, "The artifact is here with me, what should I do now?"

Dong Qiong: "I don't know."

Mu Zhi: "Then why did you invite me to temper the artifact?"

Dong Qiong faltered: "This, this..."

He didn't think so much at all, he just wanted to trick Mu Zhi into coming to Dongmo.

This artifact was handed down from the Jinwu clan, and probably after a long time, the spiritual energy in the artifact was almost consumed. Before Mu Zhi came, this longbow was almost like a fire stick.

It's just that he didn't expect that the artifact would recognize its owner so quickly, and he couldn't think of a good excuse all of a sudden.

Seeing Dong Qiong's reaction, Mu Zhi felt a little puzzled.

Dong Qiong's thoughts changed, and he said decisively: "Ah, after a while, it will be the Apocalypse Festival, and the divine weapon longbow will be used to expel and suppress the demons in the East Desert, so you are asked to refine the divine weapon."

Mu Zhi has never heard of this Apocalypse Festival: "Is that so?"

Dong Qiong gradually spoke smoothly, and said with a smile: "Of course, you just came to Dongmo, so you have never heard of the Tianqi Festival. In our place, the Tianqi Festival is a very grand and important festival."

Mu Zhi was not yearning for the Apocalypse Festival described by Dong Qiong, and only asked: "Is it possible to go back to Wutong Township after the Apocalypse Festival?"

Dong Qiong said without thinking, "Of course."

Mu Zhi saw that Dong Qiong's expression did not seem to be fake, so he also believed his words.

The two talked for a few more words, and Dong Qiong left with an excuse.

Sitting alone in the empty room, Mu Zhi raised his right hand.The sleeves receded, and the armbands on the wrists were shining brightly.

He stared at it for a moment, then let it go again.

Dong Qiong walked out of the courtyard. When he passed the sycamore tree, he waved his hand, and a leaf of the sycamore tree fell into his hand.

He turned his fingers slightly, admiring the veins on the leaves.

From the corner, a figure slowly emerged.

The person who came was wearing a black robe, and an ominous black air lingered around him.He stood beside Dong Qiong, bowed his knees, and said cautiously: "We... don't seem to have an Apocalypse Festival here, right?"

Dong Qiong's fingers clenched tightly, and his voice was a little cold: "I said yes, then there will be."

The man in black buried his head even lower: "Yes." He paused, "I don't know what kind of regulations this Apocalypse Festival is?"

Dong Qiong chuckled: "The regulations? Just follow the contract ceremony."

The man in black was taken aback.

Dong Qiong let go of his hand, and the leaves of the sycamore tree turned into pieces, rustling down from his fingertips: "Why, is there a problem?"

The man in black: "No, no."

Dong Qiong: "Then do it."

The man in black responded, and turned into a black mist with a "呲", which merged with the darkness in the corner.

After a while, Dong Qiong changed direction and walked towards the sparsely populated place.When he came to a dark and damp place, he flicked his fingers, and a black mist hit the ground.

Ding--

A circle of complicated patterns appeared on the ground, and then a dark door appeared in front of him.

Dong Qiong walked in.

The moment after entering the door, it seems that all the light has been swallowed up, and the front is like an abyss, the bottom is invisible.

Dong Qiong is like a fish in water in the dark, without being affected in the slightest.He strolled through the dark corridor like a leisurely stroll.

This is the prison in Sand Lion City.

When you think of a prison, you can think of violence, violence, and filth.

But different from imagination, the prison here is only quiet.It was so quiet that even the slightest noise could be heard.

At a glance, all the prisoners were lying on the ground dying. If it wasn't for the rising and falling of their chests, they might have been mistaken for dead bodies.

Dong Qiong stretched out his hand and gently brushed against the wall.After being touched, complex patterns flashed on the wall.

This is the realm of forbidden spirits.

All the aura is isolated from the outside, and the formation in it will continuously extract the aura from the prisoner to suppress himself.

It can be said that the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the imprisonment.

No one can beat himself.

Therefore, once you enter this prison, you will never be able to escape.There is only one fate left for the prisoner, that is to be drained of spiritual energy and turn into a shriveled corpse.

Thinking of this scene, Dong Qiong laughed happily.He swept through the half-dead prisoners one by one, and came to the deepest part of the prison.

Not long ago, a new resident was welcomed here.

Dong Qiong stood still.

Through the bars of the prison, a figure could be seen.

He was dressed in white and sat on the cold ground. Even in such a situation, he kept his back straight and never lost.At first glance, one can feel that he is out of place in this dark prison.

Dong Qiong pressed on the fence and approached: "The visitor is a guest, I don't know, whether the Changming Immortal is suitable or not, do you want to..." He couldn't help laughing, "Change your cell?"

Gu Lingyun closed his eyelids and ignored Dong Qiong.

Dong Qiong didn't care either: "Okay. I'm here to tell you some good news. After ten days, there will be a grand banquet waiting for you to attend."

"I hope you're not dead by then."